How had Baobao become so ruthless? Now she'd even learned to throw people into the sea?
It must have been that old scoundrel Xu Si's doing. Thinking this, Xu San couldn't help but nod to himself.
That's right. Baobao was so well-behaved—there was no way she'd do such a thing on her own. It had to be Xu Si's influence.
"And Baobao, sit still. Don't even think about rushing up there. They're in the middle of a match—you can't interfere."
"Besides, those three have already been punished. Since they haven't done anything wrong now, even if we take action, we have to follow the rules."
"We're part of the Company, not some gangster group. We can't just resort to violence at the drop of a hat."
After berating Xu Si, Xu San glanced at Feng Baobao's position out of the corner of his eye—only to see her already holding a shovel, itching to charge forward.
Seeing this, Xu San quickly pleaded with her in a pained tone:
"My dear little ancestor, this is Longhu Mountain! Even if we're from the Company, we can't act so lawlessly. And besides, if we start a fight, we won't even have the moral high ground."
"...Fine."
Hearing Xu San's words, Feng Baobao seemed to shrink into a simplified, chibi-like version of herself, blinking her eyes innocently.
After a long silence, she finally replied.
…
Leaving aside the amusing antics of the Xu brothers, the scene shifted to the arena.
The Tianjin Trio weren't in a hurry to attack either. Instead, they smirked in unison as they sized up Wu Tong, their mouths spewing nonsense.
Zhang Cai took a step forward and addressed the crowd:
"To all present—some of ya know us three brothers."
"Some don't."
"Let's get one thing straight—we ain't cheatin'."
"What's this?"
"This is what ya call fate."
Liu Fang chimed in smoothly:
"This is what ya call destiny."
"Today,"
"I wanna see,"
"which poor bastard's gotta face us three brothers."
"Why else d'ya think we're called the Tianjin Trio?"
With that, the three burst into raucous laughter, their voices dripping with the smugness of petty villains who'd gotten lucky.
After laughing for a while, their eyes locked onto Wu Tong in unison.
Zhang Cai was the first to speak, staring at Wu Tong's face:
"Well, well—still a kid, huh?"
"Don't be scared, little one. Uncles'll be gentle."
As he spoke, Zhang Cai let out a creepy chuckle.
Despite Wu Tong's mature appearance—his twelve-year-old body nearly matching an eighteen-year-old's stature—a hint of youthful innocence still lingered in his features. Anyone with experience could tell his true age at a glance.
This wasn't about looks; it was simply a matter of time.
In fact, Wu Tong's youthful aura hadn't been particularly noticeable among the handsome men and beautiful women of the Dimensional Chat Group.
But when contrasted with the three middle-aged members of the Tianjin Trio, the difference became glaring.
"So… you three are the Tianjin Trio?"
"Ooooh I'm so scared~~."
Wu Tong was already annoyed by their antics, and Zhang Cai's words pushed him over the edge. His tone dripped with sarcasm—so thick that even a fool wouldn't miss it.
"Whoa, didn't expect this kid to have such a temper," Guan Linger remarked, genuinely surprised.
As for anger, the trio didn't actually feel much.
Though they were delinquents, they were the type who avoided major crimes while constantly toeing the line with minor ones. They weren't truly malicious at heart.
As for their expulsion from their sect, it was simply because they couldn't stand the rigid rules—not because they'd committed some unforgivable sin.
So, despite their teasing, they were actually quite lenient toward Wu Tong, who looked like a kid.
"Alright, alright. Since the kid's so impatient, let's get this over with. Brothers, let's go!"
Once Guan Linger finished speaking, Zhang Cai rallied the others, ready to teach Wu Tong a lesson.
"Kid, don't start cryin' when ya lose," Liu Fang added with a grin.
Then, under the watchful eyes of the audience, the three activated the Qi within their bodies.
As fellow Outcasts, the spectators could clearly see the sudden surge of energy erupting from the trio.
Three blazing auras, like torches, burst forth from their bodies.
A wave of pressure erupted, stirring up dust and wind.
The atmosphere in the arena instantly grew tense.
"Don't worry, kid. We won't go too hard on ya. At most, we'll just bruise that pretty face of yours," Liu Fang said, mistaking Wu Tong's stillness for fear.
But his "comforting" words…
Sounded more like envy from an ugly guy toward a handsome one.
Wu Tong's eye twitched, and a genuine murderous intent welled up in his heart.
Daring to target my face? Who gave you the courage—some random person named Liang?
Before Wu Tong could dwell on it further, the trio made their move.
The Tianjin Trio's Primordial Qi surged, flooding their bodies with energy.
Liu Fang, Guan Linger, and Zhang Cai moved almost simultaneously.
Whoosh—
With a sound like tearing air, their figures shot forward like arrows loosed from a bow, propelled by their Qi.
The wind kicked up by their speed sent dust spiraling into the air.
But what seemed terrifyingly fast to others was, in Wu Tong's eyes, as slow as a snail's crawl—like a scene playing out frame by frame.
Watching the three charge at him head-on, Wu Tong leisurely raised his right hand.
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A blue light shimmered, and a familiar M500 revolver materialized in Wu Tong's grip, its barrel aimed squarely at the approaching trio.
Screech—
A sound like screeching brakes echoed as the Tianjin Trio went from full sprint to a dead stop.
Staring at the dark muzzle pointed their way, cold sweat poured down their backs.
Just because Outcasts have abilities beyond ordinary humans doesn't mean they're not human!
If Outcasts weren't human, how could this world still be controlled by ordinary people?
(End of Chapter)